And let us not be surprised by a horse that transforms into perfume. In mythology, we have seen worse things: cowardly archers shooting down invulnerable heroes and minotaurs inhabiting labyrinths. So even a horse, for love, can become whatever it wants. Because for love, and only for him, this and more is done. Read the full story.

ABRAXAS is one of Aeolus' horses and so far so good. Because Aeolus is the god of the winds, an absolute monopoly in the sector, what those in the know would define, without a shadow of a doubt, a positional rent. But it's not all as simple as it seems.

ABRAXAS is in love, and apparently passionately reciprocated, with a gorgeous girl from his area. Yes, he is a horse, we agree, but that shouldn't surprise us too much. After all, mythology is a strange place, where gods mate with heifers, slender princesses kill beefy warriors, and invulnerable heroes always have a weak spot, even if it's on their heel, their sternocleidomastoid, or, God forbid, in other places that decency forbids naming.

And so, on paper, everything would seem to be going well. ABRAXAS has his good job at the service of Aeolus and a beautiful girl waiting for him, with whom he can flirt, after his shift at work. If it weren't for one small detail: the girl's father. A stubborn, obtuse, old-fashioned guy, who has a lot to object to this great love and not so much for the equine nature of ABRAXAS, because, as we have seen, in mythology we have seen much stranger things. Rather for the work, that these workers in the wind sector, as we know, are fickle and unreliable types, today in the south and tomorrow in the north, yesterday freezing and tomorrow boiling, impetuous one week and flaccid the following month. In short, not exactly the kind of son-in-law to whom a suspicious and conservative father-in-law would give his beloved daughter in marriage.

So what to do? Give up the safe job and look for another, perhaps less lucrative, but more stable, with all the unemployment that is around? Easy to say, but for someone who is used to speeding freely over the seas and mountains, happily biting the sides of the clouds, it is not easy to chain yourself to a desk, in a silent office, examining bills of lading for Corinthian honey, invoices for Spartan armor or receipts for Mycenaean pottery.

After thinking about it for long sleepless nights and having suffered the scolding of Aeolus because, tired and nervous, he took the wrong direction several times, with the result of making the sirocco come down from the northwest and the tramontana blow from the south, finally ABRAXAS makes a decision. The only possible one. The only one capable of reconciling goat and cabbage, love and freedom: to become a perfume, well closed and controllable inside his good bottle, where the eye of his father-in-law can watch over him at all times and free at the same time, sending part of himself out into the world, on the skin and in the sense of smell of countless people, traveling thousands of kilometers in the company of his friends the winds.

And let us not be surprised by a horse that transforms into perfume, just like that. We have already said, in mythology we have seen worse things: cowardly archers shooting down invulnerable heroes and minotaurs inhabiting labyrinths. So even a horse, for love, can become whatever it wants. Because for love, and only for him, this and more is done.